Diseased trees droppin very sick leaves...
Like cheatin cards slippin outta sleeves.
My mind's a forest from which I retrieve...
Visions of memories that make me grieve.
Can't forget the past, there's no reprieve...
I wish I could percieve it was all make believe.
Go back in time, never land the fatal cleave...
Never feel the upheave but I'm not that naive...
I couldn't run from this crime if I ran ta Tel Aviv.
It's my own guilty conscience I'm tryin ta relieve...
By spittin these words in this thread I weave.
I'm just sittin here thinkin and tryin ta concieve...
That evil and I were once thick as thieves.

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